Lauren Resnick

In a land far away, there lived a girl who laid her head in a meadow. She lived there for many years, but never once came across the abandon tower, that is until she saw it in the far off distance hidden between the trees from where she sat on her favorite wooden swing.  She swayed through the trees to reach this place of mystery. She didn't see it any more. Before she was about to give up, she walked through two tall oak trees and suddenly a huge shadow casted over her. The young girl slowly lifted her eyes to what was above her. Standing at 20 feet tall was the abandon tower. It was lonely and dim. With curiosity jumping through her bones she began to climb the vines that clung to the tower. Making her way up she finally came across the only window of the tower. She put her hand up to her eyes to shield them from the beaming light that came from what was inside. When she looked inside she couldn't believe what she saw. Inside were the finest of jewels and crystal mirrors. The...

There once was a whale named Tullulla. She loved to glide around the ocean tossing and flipping her favorite rubber duckey around. She called him Arnold. One day a sailor on a large ship was drifting on the sea and noticed the rubber dickey shooting in and out of the water and up in the air. He noticed it was missing a wing. Worried for the safety of whatever animal was playing with this ducky, the sailor made it his mission to retrieve the ducky once it was bolted into the air again. "I'll replace it with a new and better toy." The sailor made his way toward the whale to grab the ducky. As he approached the toy, he froze. He was now standing before a blue whale the size of a school bus. "I don't want to become this whales' new play toy." So the sailor decided to leave when suddenly he was shot up in the air about 100 feet. He began screaming and when he was being drawn back down to earth with the nature of gravity he saw that he was about to dive head f...

This assignment taught me that pictures can speak just as much as words can. Looking back at old drawings I saved from past students, I can see now that it wasn't just scribbles and lines. Their work had meaning and a story to tell. It was a story that they created or visioned in their own minds and was able to project it onto paper and do so without a single word. I enjoy writing, but I don't feel as though I am a writer. I enjoy journaling and using pictures to express my thoughts and feelings.